Jul 2014
These songs
*These poems
These words
These odes
I once believed
They made me a hopeless romantic,
But now I feel like a vicious predator
How they bite
with sharp venomous teeth
Instead of caress
With warm soft hands.
*These poems
These words
These odes
I once believed
They made me a hopeless romantic,
But now I feel like a vicious predator
How they bite
with sharp venomous teeth
Instead of caress
With warm soft hands.
